The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi took a deep breath and walked slowly to the young man, slowly squatting in front of him.

Two pairs of similar phoenixes look at each other, and the purple light whirls.

Tunxi whispered softly from an unprecedented tone: "Hey, sit and don't move, let me see if it's good?"

The young man licked his head and made an unclear voice in his throat. Then he squatted on his legs like a well-behaved collie, with his hands hanging over his chest.

His instinctive reaction-like movement made Minxi's heart sour, although this is only the younger brother of Nalan Tunxi, and seeing his situation, Tunxi actually had a feeling of distress.

She no longer hesitated and checked the structure of the helmet.

It’s just this look, and there’s another burst of killing in the eyes of Tunxi.

Nalan Zhengze is really sinister enough to be poisonous. The helmet on the boy's head has a fiber-like needle that connects his brain.

If it is forcibly removed, the needle will pierce the teenager's Baihui point, let him bleed and die in the first time, even if he is a **** doctor, he may not be able to save.

Moreover, fortunately, when Nalan Zhengze was here, Nangong was holding himself and not letting himself act rashly.

Because there is still a secret array in this helmet, the control is probably in the hands of Nalan Zhengze. Once there is a change, Nalan Zhengze is likely to start the formation and let the teenagers bury him.

Oh, it’s a good sinister doctor.

Tunxi did not disregard the dirty smell of the boy, patted him on the shoulder, and took out a silver needle.

The silver needle poked into the helmet and quickly stabbed a few times. After a while, the helmet creaked.

The needle bounced up and went straight into the cave's top.

The helmet that was originally covered on the juvenile beam was split in half and dropped to the ground.

Nangong took the high-grade spar and let the light fall on the boy's face.

It was a pale, bloodless face. Because of the squeeze of the helmet, this face looked extremely thin, but it could not cover the outstanding facial features and delicate appearance of the young.

Although this face is not as good as the extent of the country, but it looks like a man in the creek, but it is similar to 50%.

Nan Gongyi did not even have to guess that this should be the real brother of Nalan Tunxi.

Tunxi looked at the boy in front of him.

The teenager seems to be unaccustomed to the heavy things on his face. The dirty hands don't pull a few hands to complete the shape of the claws, and they want to scratch their faces.

The groaning sound in the mouth sounds like the sound of a small milk dog.

Tunxi stretched his hand and pressed his hand, dumbly said: "Don't move."

Her palms condense the pure water spirit, and the cushioning brush is in the hands of the boy full of mud and food residue.

The washed hands look as pale, thin, and skinny as the face.

What is even more frightening is that on these hands, the tiny and dense ones are all scars, and there are a few that have not even healed, because they are infected and become red and swollen.

When I saw the scar on the wrist of the juvenile, I thought that it was all chained out, but now I found out that this is not a trace of the injury, but a... but a knife cut by a sharp knife.

Tunxi gently stroked the scars of the young boy, and whispered, "Is it painful?"

The teenager seemed to feel the lowness of her mood and immediately made a squeaky voice.

Later, he made an action that shocked Tunxi.